All Chapters of YES! DADDIES: A HOT COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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HIGH RANKING SEX DEMON (1)

ABIGAIL.I was going to do it.My hands shook as I traced the chalk circle on my apartment floor, following the faded diagrams in my grandmother’s grimoire. The book smelled like dust and secrets, its pages yellowed with age and covered in her spidery handwriting. I’d always thought it was bullshit—witchcraft, demon summoning, all of it. Just Grandma’s weirdness.But I was desperate.Six months ago, I’d had everything. A thriving career as an artist, a gallery show that sold out, critics calling me “the next big thing.” And then Tate happened. My ex-boyfriend, my former collaborator, the man I’d stupidly trusted with everything.He’d stolen my work. Presented my paintings as his own. When I tried to expose him, he’d turned it around—told everyone I was the thief, the crazy ex who couldn’t handle his success. His family had money, connections, lawyers. Within weeks, I was blacklisted. Galleries wouldn’t touch me. My reputation was destroyed.Now I was broke, alone, and watching

HIGH RANKING SEX DEMON (2)

ABIGAIL.“Wait,” I backed away, “Right now—”He didn’t pause a wink before he leaned in and kissed me.And the world exploded.His mouth was hot, demanding, claiming me with a possessiveness that should have terrified me. But God, it felt incredible. His tongue swept against mine, and I tasted something spicy and intoxicating that made my head spin. Heat flooded through me, and I found myself kissing him back, my hands fisting in his perfect suit jacket.Oberin made a pleased sound, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me flush against his body. He was hard everywhere I was soft, and I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my hip.“You taste like desperation and anger,” he murmured against my lips. “Delicious. But let’s see what else you’re hiding.”His hand slid down, palming my breast through my thin t-shirt. I gasped, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss until I couldn’t think straight. His other hand gripped my hip, fingers digging in possessively.“I’

HIGH RANKING SEX DEMON (3)

ABIGAIL.Three days passed before Oberin appeared again.I’d started to think maybe it had all been a stress-induced hallucination.Maybe I’d had a psychotic break and imagined the whole thing. But the mark on my arm remained, a dark reminder of the contract. And Tate’s life had started falling apart in spectacular fashion.His gallery show was vandalized. His car was totaled in a hit-and-run. His biggest patron suddenly pulled funding, citing ‘concerns about artistic integrity’. The art world was starting to whisper about him, questioning his work.It was exactly what I wanted. So why did I feel so on edge?I was in the shower when he came.One moment I was alone, washing shampoo from my hair, the next a hand pressed against the tile beside my head.I yelped, spinning around to find Oberin in my shower, still fully dressed in that impeccable suit.“Good morning,” he said pleasantly, water streaming off his shoulders. “Did you miss me?”“You can’t just—I’m showering!”“I’m aware.” Hi

HIGH RANKING SEX DEMON (4)

ABIGAIL.The gallery meeting was real.Medley Pierce, one of the most influential gallery owners in the city, called me personally. She wanted to see my portfolio, discuss representation, maybe even a solo show. I should have been elated.Instead, I was terrified that Oberin would appear in the middle of it.I dressed conservatively—tailored pants, a silk blouse, understated jewelry. Professional. Respectable.Not at all like someone who’d been fucked by a demon in her shower two days ago.The meeting started well. Medley loved my work, praised my technique, talked about how she’d always thought I was talented and was shocked by the plagiarism allegations.“Between you and me,” she said, leaning forward conspiratorially, “Tate Harrison’s work has always been derivative. But his family’s money bought him credibility. However, his recent… troubles… have made people look more closely at his pieces. And honey, they don’t hold up.”Relief flooded through me. “So you believe me?”“I do. Whic

HIGH RANKING SEX DEMON (5)

ABIGAIL.Six months into the contract, and my life had transformed.My art show was the talk of the city. Tate was completely discredited, facing lawsuits and professional ruin. I had money, success, validation—everything I’d wanted.And I was falling for a demon.Oberin came to me nearly every day now, sometimes multiple times.In my bed, in my studio, once memorably in an elevator between floors. He took me hard and soft, rough and tender, always demanding but increasingly careful. And afterward, he stayed.We talked about art, about his realm, about nothing and everything.I was in trouble.Tonight, he appeared while I was painting, materializing behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.“That’s beautiful,” Oberin murmured, his chin resting on my shoulder. “You captured the light perfectly.”“Thanks.” I leaned back against him, comfortable in a way that should have scared me. “What brings you by? It’s only been four hours since this morning.”“I missed you.” The admission wa

MILKING SUBJECT 237 (1)

TAIRA.In our world, men are commodities.Not slaves—let me be clear about that. The Harvest Laws are strict about consent and compensation. But in a woman ruled society where male ejaculate is the most valuable substance on the planet, men with premium genetics and high production capability are… well, they’re livestock. Pampered, worshipped, luxurious livestock.I’ve been a Certified Extractor for three years.It’s exactly what it sounds like—my job is to milk men for their cum. Hand jobs, mostly. Sometimes oral if the subject requires additional stimulation. The cum is refined into everything from beauty serums to nutritional supplements to the most potent aphrodisiacs money can buy.I’m good at my job.The best in my facility, actually. I can make a man come in under five minutes or edge him for three hours—whatever the extraction protocol requires.I’ve handled dozens of subjects, from nervous first-timers to seasoned Producers who’ve been in the program for years.But I’ve n

MILKING SUBJECT 237 (2)

TAIRA.By the end of the first week, Subject 237—Kade after seeing his real name in his file—was producing at 150% of his previous average.I’d figured out his body like it was a puzzle I was born to solve.He needed rough handling, yes, but he also needed praise.Needed to be told he was good, perfect, doing exactly what he was supposed to do. The combination of physical intensity and verbal worship made him absolutely melt.Second extraction of the day, day five.I had him on his knees on the floor, his back against the bed, while I knelt between his spread thighs. My hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking him with long, firm pulls while my other hand played with his balls.“Look at you,” I murmured, watching precum leak from his tip. “So hard for me already. Such a responsive cock. You love this, don’t you? Love having me touch you.”“Yes,” he panted, his hips jerking into my grip. “Fuck, yes, Taira—”“That’s it. Say my name. Let me hear how good this feels.”I’d learned he was

MILKING SUBJECT 237 (3)

TAIRA. Planning an escape from a high-security extraction facility while also maintaining the appearance of normalcy turned out to be incredibly difficult. Especially when I also had to keep extracting Kade four times a day to avoid suspicion. Not that the extractions were a hardship anymore. We’d completely abandoned protocol. I still collected his cum for the facility, but now I did it while riding his cock, or while he bent me over the bed and fucked me from behind, or while I sucked him off and let him come down my throat before spitting into the collection vial. The sex was incredible. Urgent and desperate and raw. Every time felt like it could be the last before we were caught. “Touch yourself,” Kade demanded one afternoon, his cock buried deep in my pussy as he fucked me against the window. “Want to watch you make yourself come while I’m inside you.” I reached between us, finding my clit and rubbing frantically. The angle was perfect—he was hitting something deep i

DMITRI’S DRINKING PET (1)

NAYANA. I knew I was being followed.The club was packed, bodies grinding against each other to music that pounded through my chest, but I could feel eyes on me. Predatory. Hungry. I’d felt it all week—that crawling sensation of being watched, hunted.I was Type O Negative. A Universal donor. And in a world where vampires had revealed themselves five years ago, my blood type made me walking prey.“You should leave.”The voice came from directly behind me, and I spun to find the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Tall, easily over six feet, with dark hair and eyes so pale blue they were almost silver. He wore all black—expensive, tailored—and radiated the kind of danger that should have sent me running.But I was frozen, caught in his gaze.“There are four vampires circling you right now,” he continued, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “Young ones. Reckless. They can smell what you are, and they’re working up the courage to try to take you.”“And you?” I managed. “What

DMITRI’S DRINKING PET (2)

NAYANA. Dimitri’s home was a penthouse that screamed old money and power just as aged. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, but they were heavily tinted. Antique furniture mixed with modern art. A library that could have belonged to a museum. And a bedroom that made my breath catch. Enormous bed with black silk sheets, another wall of windows, and an en-suite bathroom the size of my old apartment.“This is yours,” Dimitri said, setting my bag down. He’d had someone collect my things while we drove here. “You have full access to the entire penthouse, but this room is your sanctuary. I will never enter without permission.”“Even for… feeding?”“I can feed from you anywhere.” His smile was dark. “Your bedroom, my bedroom, the library, the kitchen counter. But this space remains yours. A place you can retreat if you need distance from me.”The consideration surprised me. “Thank you.”“Don’t thank me yet.” He moved closer, and I felt the weight of his presence—predatory and i

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